Kelsen was lying on the operating table with a sluggish look on his face, and Donik was using flesh and blood techniques to repair the hole in his abdomen. The sacred magic essence does have a natural restraint effect on undead creatures. The wound that was picked was quickly burned into a huge cavity. If it weren't for the explosion of the death fallen fragments lodged in Kelsen's hand, he would have been burned into a pile of ashes. .
At this moment Sai also hurried back, pushed open the operating door and walked in. When he saw Kelsen, he quickly grabbed his arm:
"Have you made friends with the Inquisitor?"
"Although I won't be infected by bacteria, your obsessive-compulsive disorder caused by your going straight to the operating room like this." Kelson sighed longly: "Yes, it is the judge with the flame pattern in the white robe. I escaped after being stabbed with a piece of Deathfall."
"The judge with the white robe and flame pattern is the backbone of the Holy Fire Tribunal." Sai anxiously stroked his chin and paced in the operating room: "Although I am very glad that you can come back alive, but what are you talking about? The inquisitor escaped?"
"I didn't have much consciousness left at the time, but I saw him cut off the stabbed arm and escape." Kelson answered truthfully. He wanted to see the Death Council's attitude towards this matter.
"It's useless." Donick, who was dealing with the wound, suddenly interjected: "The Death Fall fragments are not poisonous or spell-bound, so the principle of spread is not through the body, but the law of cause and effect after contact with the body. Cutting off the arm will only It can delay the law of cause and effect and trace the origin, but it is still difficult to escape death.”
"Anyway, Carlisle has already gone to the sect to inquire about the information, and the results will be available tonight. If the inquisitor confesses anything, you will be solely responsible for the black market channels from now on, and we will cover up your identity."
Kelsen was a little surprised by Sai's unyielding attitude towards Kelsen, but he seemed to have some consensus with Donik on this matter, and even Donik had the acquiescence attitude.
"If nothing happens, I will go to work as normal and continue to pretend to be an employee of Holy Trinity Hospital." Kelson watched as the wound on his stomach sprouted and completely healed together. Other wounds on his body that were healing and distorted were also healed. Donic restoration.
As expected of a great mage with a professional background, his craftsmanship is much better than mine.
"If the worst happens, we will try our best to delay discovery while directly attacking the Tomb of Heroes, seizing the item and forcibly escaping from Kongsbod. Of course, this is the worst plan." Donik put away his technique. props.
Sai nodded in agreement, and then hurriedly left the operating room: "I'm going to get ready first, in case of emergency."
"Oh yes, Donik, help me see where this sword comes from." Kelson picked up the dagger from his side as if remembering something and handed it to Donik.
Donique adjusted his glasses, looked at the silver-patterned black sword carefully, and said in a rather surprised tone, "It's actually this sword. Where did you get it?"
"I won the dinner duel, and it was given as a gift by a countess. She said it was captured by him during the Northport War." Kelsen told Donik truthfully.
"If the countess captured it with her own hands, then she is not weak." Donique stroked the silver lines on the spine of the sword with his fingertips and handed it back to Kelson: "This sword is called 'The Drowning God' Legend has it that the sword was forged from the bones of a demigod who drowned in the River Styx. It is said that this sword will strengthen the caster if you are in crisis."
"How do you know so clearly?" Kelsen took the dagger and asked curiously.
"Because the last owner of this sword was my classmate. He was a Darkscale Argonian from the Kandor Mountains. He probably participated in the Beigang War for his hometown. He is not bad in strength and talented, but it is a pity that the war did not Don't change the result because of personal excellence." Although he expressed regret, Donik's expression remained cold.
Kelsen recalled the miraculous effect of this magic-casting dagger at the critical moment, "Tsk, tsk, now it's in my hands, I will definitely make good use of it."
Donique packed up all the magic props and walked outside the operating room: "You can use it first. As far as I know, this magic medium is cursed by the gods, and the owner who holds it will not die a good death." of."
Kelson was shocked: "Oh my god! What's going on? Don't come back and explain it clearly first!"
Donique didn't look back and closed the door by the way.
On the other side, the presiding judge wearing a red sacred fire robe walked into the Heretic Tribunal. If Kelsen were here, he would be able to recognize this person as the man in red robe with golden eyes who fought against the rat men. When the trainee judges in white robes and gold threads saw him, they all bowed their heads respectfully:
"Master Michael."
Michael nodded slightly, walked towards the four judges with flame patterns in white robes, and asked, "How is Hader?"
Several judges lowered their heads helplessly and remained silent. Finally, an older judge stood up and explained to the chief judge:
"What the opponent used should be the body fragments left behind by the legendary dead prince after his death. It is the destined death of cause and effect. Hader is actually...dead."
Michael frowned and walked towards the holy treatment room. The chant healer wearing a priest's robe was trying to prolong the life of the inquisitor in the center of the ritual formation, but no matter what method he used, it was in vain. Although the body on the holy platform can still breathe and think, it is undoubtedly dead.
The person lying in the center of the ritual array was the judge who fought against Kelsen. The left half of his body was as white as burnt ashes. It was not until the moment Michael entered the room that he struggled to look at him. , so excited that he wanted to stand up straight.
Michael held his chest and looked at him quietly:
"who is it."
Hader tried his best to open his mouth, but the dead half of his body could no longer move. In the end, the right lip was torn from the left. His hatred for evil made his eyes widen, and he squeezed out the last words of his life through his teeth:
"Necromancer...warlock...grey hair..."
While everyone waited with bated breath for him to continue speaking, the gray death quickly spread throughout Hader's body. He stared blankly at the sky, completely losing his life. Michael was silent for a moment, then gently touched his face with his palm and closed his eyes for him.
Michael walked out of the holy treatment room indifferently, and the judges behind him quickly followed. Anyone familiar with him knew that the Holy Fire Priest was truly angry.
"Search the whole city for gray-haired necromancers." Michael's pupils emitted a dazzling golden light. In Kongsbod, it has been a long time since an inquisitor-level clergy died in the pursuit of evil: "There are actually heretics and evil spirits. If you dare to offend the majesty of the Holy Spirit, find him and burn him to ashes!"
"Yes! Lord Immortal, what is the code name of this demon?" asked the Holy Fire Judge who was responsible for the pursuit.
"He used the bones of the dead prince to kill Judge Hader, and the evil spirit's code name is 'Deathfall'!"
As the members of the Holy Fire Order left, the remaining healers from the Psalm Church of the Three Saints also began to clean up the mess. A priest in the corner also took off his hood, revealing his usual casual face.
Carlisle helped other priests erase the ritual, but at the same time he was afraid of what had just happened. As a healing chant priest, he had never seen anyone speak when the magic of life had completely disappeared.
Fortunately, he didn't really tell any important information. There were tens of thousands of people with gray hair in Kongsbode, and it would be difficult to investigate Kelson who was in Holy Trinity Church Hospital.
Carlisle, who had packed up everything, said hello to the priest who brought him in, and was about to return to the death meeting to report to Sai.
When Carlisle returned to the mansion where the death party was held, everyone was sitting in the living room, fully armed, waiting for him. Even the old butler Duncan held a magic hunting rifle in his hand, and behind him were two undead slaves that Donik had modified and wore alchemical armor.
"How's it going?" Kelsen sat in the middle with the sword called the Drowning Angel on his waist and asked with his hands folded. Sai and Donique sat beside him, holding their staffs horizontally on their knees.
Carlisle clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and then made a court salute: "Masters, do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"
"Say it quickly." Sai's expression was serious, feeling a little troubled by Carlisle's character of showing off at such a critical moment.
Carlisle still had the handle, so he had to find a seat to sit down and tell everyone the good news first to reassure everyone: "The judge only had time to tell the murderer that the murderer was gray before he went to see the Holy Spirit. The next best chance is just to sweep the Xiacheng area. The trial court has no right to investigate the church hospital without concrete evidence."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and put away their weapons. It seemed that at least they no longer had to kill Kongsbord. It's just that the other heretics and evil creatures in Kongsbod have suffered, and most of them may be wiped out by the angry Holy Fire Church.
Only Kelsen still held the hilt of his sword and didn't let go: "What about the bad news?"
"The bad news is that the current leader of the Holy Fire Order is Michael Michael, the youngest disciple of the Pope of the Three Holy Religions. The red-clothed Grand Inquisitor has listed you as a famous heretic on the list, codenamed 'Death' Fallen, in other words, you have been targeted by a transcendent of the Seventh Ring Cultist class."
Kelsen raised his eyebrows. He was attending a banquet. He didn't expect to be involved in such a big thing. It was simply a force majeure among forces majeure. Although the Grand Judge does not yet know his true identity, there is no guarantee that he will not confront him one day in the future.
He wants to strengthen his own strength faster, and this kind of improvement is not limited to promotion. Maybe he has to consider putting the plan of transplanting extraordinary glands on the agenda.
In short, since he can continue to have an autopsy in the hospital for free, it is not worthwhile for him to attend this dinner.
